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It’s still so tender. My entire body feels like shattered glass that’s been glued back together.
“Do I need to take you to the hospital?”
I glance up with a gasp, unaware that Liam had turned around.
Shaking my head, I take a seat on the end of the bed. “No, I don’t want to do that.”
“But what if he’s broken your ribs or something? What if you have internal damage?”
“It doesn’t feel like I do.” I rub my hand over my stomach, Matt’s thunder punch coursing through my brain as I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. Cradling my head, I stare at the carpet, curling my toes into it.
I don’t want to have this conversation.
I want to go back to feeling all sexy and attractive.
Liam thinks I’m hot. Let’s dwell on that for a while.
Liam.
A guy who I would have considered out of my league in high school got a hard-on because of me, and he told me I was sexy.
I want to soak in those awestruck feelings for a minute, not think about the fact that Theo and his asshole friend might have fractured one or two of my ribs.
Cradling my side, I run my fingers down my rib cage, convincing myself that they’re only bruised.
I’m not going to a hospital over this. I’m fine.
“They’re just bruises,” I murmur. “They’ll heal.”
Liam grunts, sitting down beside me and resting his hand lightly on my back. “Look, it’s your body, and if you don’t want to go to the hospital, I won’t force you there, but… please, just… If there’s any lingering pain, or things aren’t healing the way they should… promise me that I’m allowed to take you.”
I sit up, soaking in his expression and wondering at this feeling in my chest. He looks as though he knows what he’s talking about. Does he have a doctor in the family or something?
I open my mouth to ask him, but he speaks before I can.
“You should report him.”
I shake my head. “I just want to forget it happened.”
With a little tut, he clenches his jaw but doesn’t look like he’s going to fight me on it.
Again, I get the sense that there’s something lurking beneath the surface here.
“Liam, do you?—”
“Does he know where you are?”
We start speaking at the same time, and my question is immediately abandoned by the thought that Theo might find me.
I mean, I had considered it, which is why I dumped my phone back in Vegas. I was still running on panic at that stage. But when I finally crossed into Colorado, I started to calm down.
But…
Shit. My brain starts to burn, questions firing through me faster than I can answer them.
Does Theo know where Mikayla goes to school?
Did I ever tell him? I must have told him, but did he remember it?
